I have met many nice people since I started blogging and 99.9% of them have been really cool. The other .01% I just write off as mucked up trolls.

I like meeting other bloggers and quite often I find their blogs very well written and much funnier than mine. So much so that they make me laugh my Greek butt off. One such funny blog (which is very cleverly written) is by Cassie Behle. Cassie recently posted a blog entitled Reported Cases of the Mondays Doubled in US Since 2008. Check it out, it’s really funny.

The power of the blogosphere also makes for very strange bedfellows. After I complimented Cassie about her blog post being hysterical she responded back to me with a kind comment about one of my blog posts. Like other Social Media Connections (SMC) it quickly became a mutual admiration society between the two of us. Kind of like a virtual pat on each other’s back.

As I currently do with many of my other fellow blogging SMC’s, Cassie and I continued to comment back and forth on each others blogs. But that is where a normal Blogger to Blogger Friendship (BTBF) took a creepy turn. Because if I wouldn’t know better, I would think that Cassie has a Big Blog Crush (BBC) on my manager Mr. Bricks. And now a couple of weeks later she is openly flirting with him in her comments to me. Look at her increased attention to Mr. Bricks in each of the following comments and tell me what you think. Am I right?

Here is one of Cassie’s first comments about my blog about 3 weeks ago:

“Dear Ms. Aston, I really enjoyed your blog today. It was super funny. I loved the way you typed Mr. Bricks’ name in the blog. Just seeing his name on my computer screen makes me light up like the milkyway. I mean the galaxy, not the candy bar.”

Then there was this one about two weeks ago…

“Hey Ava, when I get out of bed in the mornings the first thing I do, even before my morning coffee, is read your blog. I just love to see what Muckery Mr. Bricks has gotten into in the past 24 hours. Poor guy. I hope you are treating him well. – Cassie”

Then just the other day this tell-tale comment arrived from Cassie:

” Hey Greek Girl – I wonder if you have ever thought about the fact that you might be hurting Mr. Bricks’ feelings with the way you talk about him and diss him in your blog. He seems like such a warm & sensitive guy. It would just crush my little Mid-Western heart to know that Mr. Bricks had a tear coming from his one lazy eye and there was no one to wipe it from his face. – Cassie”

Ok, see what I am saying? So, I am thinking, what’s wrong with this girl’s coconut? Has Cassie really read anything I have ever written about my McRib loving manager and all of the Muckery he causes in my life and career? Does this well-meaning girl from Nebraska realize that Mr. Bricks thinks it is fashionable to take his large framed body to a beach wearing nothing but a Speedo? That is just not correct. And does Cassie know that Mr. Bricks has yet to get me a record deal? Hello.

Oh, Good Gravy (OGG) I think I need to do a Blog Crush Intervention (BCI) on Cassie.

Blessings,

Ava

xox

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Hello! Thanks for stopping by. My name is Ava Aston and I am a recording artist and actress. I'm just an ordinary girl who acts, sings, writes songs and now writes this blog. I hope you enjoy my blogging enough to want to subscribe.
Blessings,
Ava
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Ava, you know it’s impossible to stop true love. Like a train hurtling through space (wait, why would a train hurtle through space?), such is my love for Mr. Bricks – illogical, endless and electrifying (I mean, you’ve seen the speedo, right?). All the stuff Lionel Richie sings about.

Tell me it’s wrong to lust over a man who gets a bad case of the McDonald’s sweats simply upon overexerting himself brushing his teeth. I mean, the lack of a record deal is pretty much BS (bullshit), but if Mr. Bricks and I were ever to unite, we could change the course of that tide forever with our love.

Please don’t judge my BBC. After all, love makes you do strange things. And that’s why, no matter how uncomfortable cuddling with my 10-year-old, desktop PC is, I’m going to do it if it means I’ll have sweet dreams of Mr. Bricks every night. And is that a crime in need for a BCI?

You mean you DON’T check your blog before you make coffee!? No – seriously – I thought your blog today was fantastic. Put a smile on my face first thing this morning! Thanks for the shout-out and keep up the fabulous work!

And I was thinking it must be kismet, because Mr. Bricks loves food sooooooooooo much and well, your cat’s name is Pancakes. I am sure there is nothing more than Mr. B would like to do than walk around all day saying the words “Pancakes”, “I want to find Pancakes”, “I am missing my Pancakes this morning” “Has anyone seen some Pancakes today” or “Wow, I would love to sit down and Watch Dancing With The Stars with Pancakes”

Does this well-meaning girl from Nebraska realize that Mr. Bricks thinks it is fashionable to take his large framed body to a beach wearing nothing but a Speedo?
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we need a photo, Ava, to analyze, how ugly it is 🙂

Mr. Bricks and I are so spiritually connected, I can mentally read his innermost thoughts and physically FEEL his personal emotions about your blogs even though we’re separated by miles of land and sea. (He digs them, but the frequent mention of McDonalds makes him quite hungry. Also, he has an insatiable itch on his arm right now. Oops, he scratched it. Close call, but we’re good now. We’re good.)

I think if you need a job you could work for Dionne Worwick’s Psychic Friends, because I think you nailed Mr. Bricks perfectly. If I spoke to Mr. Bricks’ mother I am sure his very first words were, “Momma…can I have fries with that?”